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LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF 
QUINTILLION SQUARE: 


HER FORTUNES AND MISFORTUNES. 







JOHN BROA^NJOHN. 


WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY L. HOPKINS. 


D. 


BOSTON : 

Lothrop & Co., Publishers, 

30 AND 32 FRANKLIN STREET. 





COPYRIGHT, 

1878, 

By D. Lothrop & Co. 


Stereotyped at tlie Boston Stereotype Foundry, 
No. 19 Spring Lane. 


C O N T E N T S’ 


I. 

M/SS MUSLIN '^RECEIVES" ON NEW YEAR'S DAY. 

II . 

SHE SENDS A VALENTINE. 

III. 

SHE BORROWS AN UMBRELLA. 

IV. 

SHE APRIL-FOOLS FIDO. 

V. 

SHE WORSTS HER FATHER SOME SLIPPERS. 

VI. 

SHE GOES INTO THE COUNTRY. 

|VII. 

^MILTIADES PAYS OF AN OLD SCORE. 

I VIII. 

MILTIADES TASTES HIS COUSIN OUT FISHING. 

IX. 

MISS MUSLIN PUTS ON HER GRANDMOTHER'S BONNET. 

X. 

MILTIADES INVENTS ‘'A NEW HIND OF SWING." 

.XI. 

MISS MUSLIN SPENDS THANKSGIVING A T THE FARM. 

XII. 

MISS MUSLIN AND MILTIADES GET UP VERY EARLY 
ON CHRISTMAS MORNING. 


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LITTLE MISS MUSLIN yOF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE: 

HER FORTUNES AND MISFORTUNES. 

No. I. — She “ receives ” on new year’s day. 

BY JOHN BROWNJOHN. ^ 


L ittle MIss MusUn of QuintilHon Square 
Had a great many serious crosses to bear ; 

Yet, if one thing could trouble her more than another, 
It was ( and indeed fwas too bad ! ) that her mother 
Had firmly avowed that for some years to come 
Poor little Miss Muslin must still stay at home 
From dinners and concerts and parties and balls, 

And was even too young to have beaux, or make calls. 

At last, little Miss Muslin of QuintilHon Square, 

One bright New Year’s morning was heard to declare 
She’d no longer submit ; and that very same day. 
When the family all, save herself, were away, 

•She dressed herself carefully, — just what she wore 
I’d not venture to say, though I’m morally sure 
There was not to be found in all QuintilHon Square 
A more genteel young person than she, anywhere. 

“There ! ” said little Miss Muslin of QuintilHon Square, 
As she put a last finishing touch to her hair 
And curtsied quite low to herself in the glass, 

“ There, my little Miss Muslin, I think you will pass. 
Just as though you weren’t old enough yet to be ‘ out ! ’ 
Why, what could yoviV dear mother be thinking about ! ” 
Then she hurried down-stairs, for ’twas getting quite 
late. 

And sat down to “ receive ” in magnificent state. 

But little Miss Muslin of QuintilHon Square 
After waiting a long while, arose in dispair. 

“ I declare ! If this isn’t too bad ! ” exclaimed she. 

“ I don’t see where my gentlemen friends can all be ! 


I’ll just step to the front door and take a look out. 
Maybe there are some of them loitering about 
And afraid to come in. Why, this won’t do at all ! 
To sit here all the evening and not have a call.” 

Yet, little Miss Muslin of QuintilHon Square, 

When she got to the door, could perceive no one 
there 

Save an ill-favored stranger, who looked up at her 



With a questioning glance, — so she said, “ My dear 
sir. 

Would you mind coming in just a moment, to call ? 

To be sure, you don’t seem a nice person at all ; 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


But perhaps you will do, — I can’t have people say 
That I haven’t had even one caller to day.” 



“ But first,” said Miss Muslin of Quintillion Square, 
“ I will take you out into the dining room where 
The refreshments are ready.” And so, with a grin. 
The stranger quite willingly followed her in. 

Here are chicken, and salad, and mince-pies,” said 
she, 

** Pray help yourself freely, — and here is cold tea. 

I do hope you’ll excuse my not off ’ring you wine. 

But I’ll never give that to a caller of mine ! ” 

So the stranger accordingly drew up a chair. 

And then sat down and ate nearly all there was there ; 
Then arose and looked round. “ Ah ! ” said he, 
“ There’s a closet. 

I suppose it is there that you keep on deposit 
All this plate and those elegant spoons I see here ? 
Are you sure you can get them all in there, my 
dear?” 

“ O, yes,” cried Miss Muslin, throwing open the door, 
“ It will hold all our silver and very much more.” 


But, alas ! poor Miss Muslin ! The very same minute 

That she opened the closet she found herself in it. 

With the door closed and fastened behind her quite 
tight. 

Whereupon, she sank dov/n, nearly perished with 
fright j 

And perhaps ’twas five minutes, perhaps it was more. 

E’er she found strength to cry out and pound on the 
door. 

And ’twas some time, even then, before Bridget got 
• there 

To release poor Miss Muslin of Quintillion Square. 

She was no sooner out than Miss Muslin’s first care 

Was to look for the man. He was no longer there ! 

It would seem he had made up his mind not to wait 

And had gone, — taking with him the spoons and the 
plate. 

And although the Police were soon put on his track. 



I am sorry to say that he never came back. 

As for little Miss Muslin, I don’t think you’ll hear 
She received New Year’s callers again for a year. 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE: 
HER FORTUNES AND MISFORTUNES. 

No. II. — Miss Muslin sends a Valentine. 

BY JOHN BROWNj'OHN. 


“T T THY/' cried little Miss Muslin of Quntillion 

VV Square, 

As she stqod for a moment in doubt on the stair, 

“ I had almost forgotten I heard papa say 
This morning at breakfast 'twas Valentine’s Day. 

I ought never to let it go by, I am sure. 

Without sending one valentine off if no more. 

I must hurry down street just as fast as I can. 

To see what I can buy of the Valentine Man.” 

When the “ Valentine Man” saw Miss Muslin come 
in. 

He jumped up from his chair by the stove with a grin, 
And, bowing profoundly, he bade her good day. 

And inquired : “ Ah ! what can I do for you , pray ? 

A valentine? Dear me ! You come just in time. 

I have just one more left — which is yours for a dime. 
’Twould be cheap, I assure you, at double the money. 
For you never in all your life saw one so funny. ” 

So little Miss Muslin of Quintillion Square, 

She opened her purse with a iDusiness-like air. 

And took out the money when, — I declare for it! — 
The valentine purchased, she no sooner saw it 
Than she sank in a chair, almost o’ercome with laugh- 
ter. 

Quite, unable to speak for some minutes thereafter. 


I am sure I daren’t even describe it Xoyou, 

Lest you should be seized in the same manner .too. 

But recovering herself, she soon brought an envelope. 
And, putting the valentine in, sealed it well up. 



Then, begging the valentine man to direct it, 

(Lest her father, for whom it was meant, should sus- 
pect it 

Came from her'), she received it and hastened away. 
To post it at once so he’d get it that day. 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


“ Won't he laugh when he sees it ! ” she said in great 
glee, 

And he won’t have the faintest idea it’s from me ! ” 

As you well may imagine, that evening, at tea, 

Miss Muslin was anxiously waiting to see 

What her father would say; and her heart began 
beating 

Like a trip-hammer when she observed him stop eat- 
ing 

All at once, as if suddenly struck by the thought 



Of the valentine, which the last mail must have 
brought. 

And, opening his coat, from his breast-pocket draw 
it,— 

(She knew the envelope the minute she saw it.) 


“I’ve a valentine here,” said he, “which, without 
doubt. 

Came from somebody ^e; and I mean to find out 
Which one of you ’tis. I shall hold it up here 
In plain view, and whoever ’twas sent it, ’tis clear. 
Will laugh louder than anyone else, — just to show 
They had nothing to do with it. Then I shall know 
It was that one who sent it. Here ’tis, — now be- 
, ware 1 

For I kfiow it was sent me from Quintillion Square.” 

Poor little Miss Muslin of Quintillion Square, 

When she heard this strange plan sat straight up in 
her chair. 

And, fixing her eyes with a well assumed scowl 
On the tea-pot, sat looking as grave as an owl, — 
Resolved it should never from her looks be guessed 
Who it was sent the valentine. As for the rest. 

They no sooner saw it, than swift round the board 
Went a laugh that increased till they all fairly roared. 

Then our heroine looked up to see what was the mat- 
ter. 

And found the whole family looking straight at her ; 
While her father cried merrily, “ Oho ! Well, well ! 

So ’twas you, miss, who sent it ? I knew I could 
tell!” 

“ O dear 1 ” cried Miss Muslin, in puzzled distress, 

“ Why, I do not see how in the world you could 
guess ! 

I am sure that the rest of them laughed all the 
while. 

And / never so much as gave vent to a smile 1 ” 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


OTTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE: 

HER FORTUNES AND MISFORTUNES. 

No. III. — Miss Muslin Borrows an Umbrella. 

BY JOHN BROWNJOHN. 


O NE day, as Miss Muslin of Quintillion Square 
Was returning from — well, I don’t recollect 
where, 

It came on to rain ; so she ran, helter-skelter. 

Up the steps of a mansion close by, to take shelter. 
When, lo ! in the doorway, umbrella in hand. 

There stood an old lady who said, very bland, 

“ When I see people caught thus, I generally bring ’em 
As fast as I can, my umbrella of gingham.” 

“ And there’s only one thing that I’ll ask you to do 
In return ” — the old lady went on, “ ’tis that you 
Return it at once. If you don’t, you will rue it ! ” 

“ O yes ! ” cried Miss Muslin, “ I’ll certainly do it ! ” 
So she thanked the old lady and bade her good day. 
And hurried off home. Yet, I’m sorry to say 
That she left the umbrella down stairs in the rack ; 
And two weeks after that, it was not carried back. 

And I fear the affair would have gone on that way 
From then until now — but that, one wild March day. 
Our heroine, already dressed to go calling. 

When she came to go out, found the rain-drops were 
falling j 

And as ill-fate would have it, it happened that all 
The umbrellas that usually stood in the hall 
Were gone, save the borrowed one. “ Well,” ex- 
claimed she, 

“ I shall have to take that one, for all that I see.” 


“ Why,” she said as she raised it and turned from the 
door, 

“ Deary me ! How it blusters and rains to be sure ! ’ 
But she held her umbrella quite low down in front. 



And pushed on — when she all at once heard alow 
grunt; 

Then, before she could lift the umbrella up, ran 
With such impetus into a little old man 
That he found himself suddenly bent quite up double. 
“ O, dear me ! ” she murmured, “ I knew I’d see 
trouble.” 




LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


And just then, as she hurriedly turned round a corner 
A terrible gust of wind rushed out upon her, 

And, seizing with firm grasp her luckless umbrella. 

It twisted and tugged at it “ like a good fellow.” 



But our heroine ( being a very determined 
Young person,) was not slow in making up her mind 
That she would not let go, — so she shut her lips tight. 
And held on to the handle with all her small might. 

And little Miss Muslin of Quintillion Square 

Would have quickly been carried straight up in the 
air. 

And never come down to this day, without doubt. 

But that just then the umbrella turned inside out ! 


And there she was left in the wind and the rain. 

Quite unable to turn the umbrella again j 

While a rude little boy, who’d been following after. 

Stood by and looked on almost dying with laughter. 

And just then, as by magic, she saw at her side 
The old lady that owned the umbrella, who cried 
“ Well, well ! what does all this mean, Fd like to know. 
Pray is that my umbrella you’re maltreating so ? ” 

“ O dear ” said Miss Muslin “ you said I would rue it 
If I did not return it ? — why didn't I do it ! ” 



“ Yes,” the old lady said, while Miss Muslin’s cheek 
burned, 

“ I should say it was high time that it was re-turned I" 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE; 

HER FORTUNES AND MISFORTUNES. 

No. IV. — Miss Muslin April-fools Fido. 

BY JOHN BROWNJOHN. 


L ittle MIss Muslin of Quintillion Square 

Wandered up and down-stairs in the depths of 
despair. 

Here it was All-Fools’ Day, almost time the sun 
set, 

And no soul in the house had she April-fooled 
yet ! 

Her mother and sisters and grandmother, — all 
Only laughed when she mentioned “ That fly on the 
wall 

And not even old Dinah, the cook, would believe 



In the “ chalk on her back,” or the “ mouse up her 
sleeve.” 


At length, wandering down to the lower front hall. 
Miss Muslin’s eye all at once happened to fall 



Upon Fido, her Spitz dog, asleep on the rug — 

(A handsome, but very ill-natured young pug). 

“ Ah ! ” she joyfully cried, “ Now I know what I’ll ' 
do. 

My dear Mr. Fido, I’ll April-fool you / 

Let me see — what’s the best way the thing can be 
done ? 

Ho, ho, hoi Now I have it ! Oh, won't it be 
fun ! 

“ I will go softly up to my room, and unscrew 

My looking-glass — just as I’ve seen father do, — 

And I’ll bring it and place it before Fido’s 
nose ; 

Then I’ll wake him up suddenly out of his doze. 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


So that, when he first opens his eyes to look up, 
he 

Will see, right before him, another white puppy ; 

At least, so he'll think. And in that way, you see, 

I shall just April-fool him as nice as can be I" 

So little Miss Muslin of Quintillion Square, 

She went up to her room (taking very good care 
That no one should guess her intentions), and 
then. 

Having gotten the looking-glass, crept back again. 
And, by means of a hassock set up on the floor, 

She was able to stand the glass upright, before 
Fido’s nose. Then she stepped ’round and trod on 
his tail, — 

A mode of awaking him not likely to fail. 


Poor Fido, thus roused from his blissful repose, 

(Maybe dogs dream as sweet dreams as we do — who 
knows ?) 

Started up with a growl j and for just half a min- 
ute 

He stood bristling before the glass, looking straight 
in it. 

Then he gave one fierce bark arid he made one swift 
dash 

At the dog that he saw. Then there came a loud 
crash ! 


And behold ! there the mirror in small fragments lay, 
While Fido in terror ran yelping away. 

And little Miss Muslin of Quintillion Square, 
Astonished and frightened, remained standing -there, 



While the family all, when they heard the loud clatter, 
Came hurrying down to see what was the matter. 

“ Hoity-toity ! ” cried grandmother, “ here’s a nice 
dido!” 

“ Yes,” gasped little Miss Muslin, “ I’ve April-fooled 
Fido.” 

“ I should think,” said her mother, “ it might be more 
true. 

If you said. Miss, that Fido had April-fooled /” 



LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE: 

HER FORTUNES AND MISFORTUNES. n 

No. V. — Miss Muslin Works her Father some Slippers, 

BY JOHN BROWNJOHN. 


“XT 7HY,” said Little Miss Muslin one day to 

W herself, 

As she glanced at the calendar up on the shelf, 



“ Just three Weeks more of April and then ’twill be 
May ; 

And the third of that month is my father’s birthday, 

I must make him a present this year. Let me see. 

I can’t think for the life of me what it will be. 

Unless — yes, that will be just the thing, I declare I 
He needs some new slippers : I’ll work him a pair.” 

“ But first,” thought Miss Muslin of Quintillion 
Square, 

“ I must find out what size he’s accustomed to wear.” 
So that night, as she sat at his feet, “ Why, papa,” 


She cunningly' cried, “ Oh ! what big feet yours are ! 
Why, what can^\iQ. the number of such a large boot ? ” 
“ Well,” he laughingly said, as he held up his foot, 

“ It must be a ten at the least calculation. 

It is big enough, surely, for ‘ Og, King of Bashan.’ ” 


So, rejoicing exceedingly at the smart way 
SheJiad found out the number, the very next day. 
Right away after breakfast, she hurried down street 
And purchased the canvas and worsteds complete. 
Then, returning, she shut herself up all alone 
And marked out the pattern ( a ready-made one 



Would, she thought, be too small ) , and then worked 
night and day 

So they might be all finished and soled before May. 




LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


When at length they were worked, — with heart brim- 
ful of glee, 

She went to the shoe-maker’s shop ; and said she, 

“ I would like these made up for my father. And, 
please, he 

Wears tens but I want to be sure they’ll be easy. 

So I’ll have these made twelves'^ At which, quite 
horrified, 

“ Why a ten is my largest sized last,” he replied, 

“I’m afraid I shall have to use that. Miss.” “Well, 
then, 

I suppose I must have them made up number ten,” 
Said little Miss Muslin of Quintillion Square, 

“ But be sure you leave lots of room in ’em to spare ! ” 

And at last they were done ! They came home just 
at night 

On the second ; and great was Miss Muslin’s delight 
When she opened them. “Well,” said she, “ I must 
confess 

If these are not big enough, I miss my guess ” 

And indeed she was right. They were simply enor- 
mous. 

I am sure the historians nowhere inform us 
Of anything like them, unless ’twas the shoe 
Where the Old Woman dwelt and her family too. 

The next morning ( her father’s birth-day ) after 
prayers. 

Miss Muslin, as fast as she could, ran up stairs 
And presently coming down, laid on the stand 
A very large bundle she had in her hand. 

“ Here’s a present. Papa, for your birth-day,” said 
she. 


“ Why,” he said as he opened it, “ what can it be ? 

It is something of very great value, no doubt. 

Since ’tis so very large. — But I soon will find out.” 

Then, undoing the wrapping, “ Oho ! ” cried he, 
“ Slippers ! 

Dear me ! ’pon my word, I must say these are ‘ rip- 
pers.’ 

Why, they’re three sizes bigger than I ever wore ! 



Do you think I’ve a foot like old Blunderbore } ” 
“But,” said little Miss Muslin, with tears in her eyes, 
“ You told me you wore tens, so that was the size 
That I ordered them soled.” “ Well, my dear,’^ 
laughed Papa, 

“ Then i't seems I am sold even worse than they are.” 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE: 

HER FORTUNES AND MISFORTUNES. 

No. VI. — Miss Muslin Goes into the Country. 

BY JOHN BROWNJOHN. 


L ittle MIss MusUn of QuintilUon Square 

Was a cousin, ’tis high time I made 3’ou aware, 
Of our old friend Miltiades Peterkin Paul, 

Who, I venture to say, is well known to you all. 

Thus it happened — ’tis not to be wondered at, is it ? 



That she paid him, one summer vacation, a visit ; 
And of some quite astonishing things that befell 
The two cousins, at that time, I think I must tell. 

Miss Muslin arrived at the fann late at night. 

But the next morning found her up early and bright ; 
And Miltiades, grand as a lord, started out 
Right away after breakfast, to show her about. 


He showed her the barn, garden, orchard and spring. 
The horses, sheep, cows, pigs, — in short, every thing 
That there was on the place ; nay, he even introduced 
her. 

With a flourish and bow, to the old Shanghai rooster. 

“ There ! ” at length said Miltiades Peterkin Paul, 

As they paused by the wood-pile, “ I think that is all 
That there is to be seen.” Just then, John Henry Jack, 
Who chanced to be going by, stopped and looked 
back. 

“ Why,” said he, “ there is surely one thing you for- 
got ; 

You’ve not taken j’our cousin down into the lot 
To see Old Daddy Doolittle.” “ Well ! that is so ! ” 
Cried Miltiades gaily. “ We’ll go at once, though.” 

Now “Old Daddy Doolittle,” it should be said, 

Was nothing at all but a broom-stick, arrayed 
In a battered old hat and an old suit of clothes, 

Set up in the corn-field to frighten the crows. 

And John Henry Jack, when he made that suggest- 
ion. 

Had some mischievous purpose in view, beyond ques- 
tion ; 

That was plain from the twinkle that lurked in his 
eye. 

Though just whafhe intended we’ll see by and by. 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


'So Miltiades, all the time chuckling with glee, 

To think how astonished Miss Muslin would be 
When she found Daddy Doolittle really was not 
A man, but a scarecrow set up in the lot. 

Led the way ; and they presently came in full 
sight 

Of the figure, which looked not to left nor to right. 
But stood there, apparently hoeing away 
As if he were getting two dollars a day. 

“ The old gentleman’s dreadfully deaf of one ear,” 
Our hero explained, as they both drew near. 

We must go veiy^ close.” Then he gave an “ ahem P' 
To call the old fellow’s attention to them. 

And began, with his most ceremonious air, — 

“ Here’s my cousin. Miss Muslin of Quintillion 
Square, 

Who has come all the way from the city, dear sir. 

To make your acquaintance. I’m sure you’ll find 
her ” 

Then he paused, — and no wonder ! For, all at once 
lo ! 

The scare-crow it straightened, brandished its hoe, 
And began to advance with an unearthly roar; 
Whereupon, without waiting to hear or see more. 

Miss Muslin turned, screaming, and ran like the wind. 
With Miltiades, you may be sure, close behind ; 

And neither found courage to halt or look back. 

Till they saw, from behind the wall, John Henry 
Jack, 


Starting up all at once, almost dying with laugh- 
ter ; 

While just then, too, the scarecrow, who’d followed 
close after. 

Laughed too ; and they then saw that it was no 
other 

Than Benjamin Franklin, Miltiades’ brother. 



“ Oho ! ” what does this mean ? ” inquired the lat- 
ter, - 

“ People don’t run like that unless something’s the 
matter ! ” 

“ Why ! ” explained young Miltiades Peterkin 
Paul, 

“ We were making believe we were crows, — that is 
all.” 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE: 

HER FORTUNES AND MISFORTUNES. 

No. VII. — In Which Miltiades pays off an old score. 

BY JOHN BROWNJOHN. 


O NE Saturday morning, — ’twas very warm 
weather, — 

As our heroine and hero, out walking together 
Came down the road slowly, the latter stopped short 
As if suddenly struck by a stupendous thought ; 

And he looked at Miss Muslin and, winking his eye. 
Said he : — “Yonder lives old Mr. Solomon Sly, 
Whom you never have heard of perhaps, — but I 
know him ! 

And ’tis high time I paid off a grudge that I owe him ! 

“Just over that fence there, — the next lot to this. 

As I happen to know, are some melons of his, — 

Some early musk-melons, of which some at least 
Must be ripe before this. What say you to a feast ? 
’Twould do no good to ask him, the greedy old miser. 
But we’ll just help ourselves ; he will be none the 
wiser. 

He has probably gone off to market to day 
And won’t be home till night. — Come ! I’ll show you 
the way ! ” 

So saying, Miltiades Peterkin Paul 
Assisted Miss Muslin to climb the stone wall ‘ 

And then, cautiously giving one more glance about 
To be quite certain no one was on the look-out. 

He got over himself and at once led the way 
Toward the place where he knew that the melon-patch 
lay; 


And soon, having stealthily crossed the first lot. 

They arrived, — unperceived, as they thought — at the 
spot. 

But, alas for their fresh-budded hopes! for some 
reason, 

(It was either too early, as yet, in the season. 

Or some one had been there and picked them though 
green). 

Not a single ripe melon, at first, could be seen. 

“ Well 1 ” Miltiades grumbled, “ as sure as a gun 

He has picked all the ripe ones, and not left us one ! ” 



“Yes,” responded Miss Muslin of Quintillion Square, 
“ Some folks are too stingy to live, I declare ! ” 

But at that instant, lo I with a cry of delight, 

Mild.' suddenly held up to sight 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


A melon so ripe and so yellow, like gold, it 
Made Miss Muslin’s eyes fairly dance to behold it. 

“ Ho, Ho ! ” cried Miltiades Peterkin Paul, 

“ The old gentleman did leave us one, after all ! 

And a luscious one ’ tis, too ! Why, look ! Don’t you 
see ? 

He has tapped it, — a sure sign ’ tis ripe as can be.” 
And, with these words, our hero, without more ado 
Took his four-bladed jack-knife and cut it in two. 

Then, Miss Muslin receiving her half with delight. 
They each of them eagerly took a huge bite; 

But the next instant jumped up together, and uttering 
A cry of dismay, began spitting and sputtering 
While the tears filled their eyes. Poor Miss Muslin 
screamed “ Murder !" 

So loud that the Man in the Moon might have heard 
her. 

“ Why,” cried she, “it tastes just like hot coals! Oh ! 
Oh ! Oh ! ” 

While Miltiades’ throat and his mouth smarted so 
(He had swallowed a dreadfulhig mouthful,) that he 
Could not utter a word. And just then, — O, dear me ! 

They heard a low growling ; and then Uncle Sol, 
With his awful dog Towser, jumped over the wall. 

“ You’re as precious a pair as I ever heard tell on !” 
Cried he. “ Well, I hope you’re enjoying the melon. 
I seasoned that one just as strong as I could 
With fresh Cayenne pepper! — It ought to be good. 


You don’t seem to find it, though, quite to your taste. 
What is that ? ‘ Had enough ? ’ But I can’t have such 
waste. 

You will finish that melon, sir ! That's what you’ll do ! 
Or I’ll let go old Towser and make him eat you !” 

It was quite clear that Uncle Sol meant what he said. 
And with Towser there, showing each tooth in his 
head. 

They’d no choice but obey him and eat up the rest, — 



Though ’twas no easy matter, it must be confessed. 
Then Uncle Sol grimly bowed, when they had done, 
And dismissed them. And, smarting in more ways 
than one. 

They took their way Iiome like a pair of young felons ! 
And I don’t think they ever stole any more melons. 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE; 

HER FORTUNES AND MISFORTUNES. 

No. VIII. — Miltiades takes his Cousin out Fishing. 

BY JOHN BROWNJOHN. 


O NE morning Miss Muslin was brushing her hair, 
When Miltiades called from the foot of the stair 
To know if his cousin would like to “ go fishing.” 

“ O yes ! ” she cried joyfully, “ I was just wishing 
You’d ask me ! Just wait till I get my hair parted.” 
So, as soon as she could she came down and they 
started. 

“ We shall be back in season to have the fish fried 
For dinner this noon-time,” Miltiades cried 
To Abiathar Ann, who had come out to watch them. 
“ Well,” said she, “ but pray don’t bring them home 
till you catch them.” 



Having got to the pond, and at length found a spot 
That was shady and cool (for the sun was quite hot). 


They baited their hooks (which were made from a pin) 
With some worms they had brought ; and then, cast- 
ing them in. 

They sat down on the bank and, with praiseworthy 
patience. 

They waited a long while, with no indications 
Of fish being there, — and, as one might suppose, 
Their patience at length giving out they arose. 

“ It’s no use ! ” Miltiades said, with great spite. 

“ We might fish here all day without getting a bite ! 
But I’ll tell you just what we will do — if you dare ; 
Do you see that small island that lies over there ? 

I’ve heard say you could catch fish out there by the 
dozen, 

And I think we had best go and see, my dear cousin. 
There’s a skiff we can get, a short distance below. 

It belongs to the miller, — but he’ll never know.” 

So, Miss Muslin consenting, he soon led the way 
To where, ’neath the low bank, he knew the boat lay. 
And, no one being near, swift untying the skiff, he 
Pulled it in, and the two jumped on board in a jiffy. 
Miss Muslin sat down in the stern sheets, of course, 
While Miltiades gallantly took up the oars ; 

And, bending far forward, and dipping them in. 
Remarked that he'd soon make the old dug-out spin ! 

After pulling away for a minute or so. 

It suddenly struck him the boat didn’t go 
Quite as fast as it ought to ; for there the bank lay 
Right under the stern, scarcely ten feet away. 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


So he straightway began pulling harder than ever, 
Declaring that he, in all his born days, never 
Saw such an old mudscow ! and yet, all in vain : 
After rowing ten minutes, they seemed not to gain 



Half that number of feet ; and at length, in despair, 
Miltiades rose, with a furious air. 


Unbuttoned his jacket, and loosed his suspenders. 
And exclaimed, with a vow that was really tremendous, 
(I should say, though, he uttered no worse word than 
jingo ! ”) 

“ That he’d very soon show he could make the old 
ihing go ! ” 

Then, resuming his seat, he again fell to work. 

And for full fifteen minutes he pulled like a Turk ; 

At the end of which time, being quite tired out. 

He ceased rowing again, and again looked about. 
When he found, notwithstanding his tugging so hard. 
That the obstinate boat had gained scarcely a yard. 

O dear ! ” sighed Miss Muslin, with growing dismay, 
“ I’m afraid, at this rate, we shan’t get there to-day ! ” 
“ No,” Miltiades answered, in gloomy distress, 

“ We’ll be lucky to get back to dry land, I guess ! 


I’m so tired and hot, and my hands are so sore. 

That I certainly can’t pull a single stroke more ! ” 
And I think that they both would have had a good cry, 
But that just then they heard some one shouting close 
by,— 

And on looking up, who, on the bank, should they see 
But the miller (a merry old fellow was he ! ) 

Who was shaking with laughter, and crying, “ Ho ! ho ! 
I hope you young people will have a nice row ! 

But you’ll go rather faster, I think you will find. 

If you don’t have that Ji/iy pound stone tied behind. 
Just cast off that mooring line, under the stern. 

And she’ll go a heap better, you’ll very soon learn.” 

Sure enough ! Upon looking they found it was so. 
And they no longer wondered the boat wouldn’t go ; 
They untied the line and pulled slowly ashore. 
Feeling “ cheaper,” I fancy, than ever before. 



Then they set off for home, while the miller looked 
after. 

Still holding his fat sides and shaking with laughter. 
They were too late for dinner, — and as for the fish, 
Why, I fear they did not fill a very big dish ! 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE: 

HER FORTUNES AND MISFORTUNES. 

No. IX. — Miss Muslin Puts on her Grandmother’s Bonnet. 

BY JOHN BROWNJOHN. 


O NE day (the old lady was out, I presume) 

Miss Muslin went up to her grandmother’s 
room, 

And, in “ rummaging round,” found an old-fashioned 
bonnet. 

Which she no sooner saw than she pounced straight 
upon it. 

And, woman-like, putting it on the same minute, 



She ran to the mirror to view herself in it. 

“ Well,” she cried, as she bowed in a matronly way, 

“ If you’re not just the picture of Grandmother 
Gray ! 


“Now let’s see” — she went on — “yes, that’s just 
what I’ll do ! 

I will put on her gown, and her spectacles too, ' 

And I’ll creep down the stairway as still as a mouse. 
And sit down in her chair, just outside of the house, 
So that grandfather, when before long he comes by. 
Will not have the remotest idea it is I, 

But will think it is grandma. O, won’t it be fun ! 

He jokes me all the time, and now I’ll pay him one.” 

So she dressed herself up in a new black silk gown 
That she found hanging there, — then crept stealthily 
down. 

And, going out on the porch, she, with infinite care. 
Established herself in her grandmother’s chair, — 
And, I’m certain, had anyone happened that way. 
They would never have dreamed ’twas not Grand- 
mother Gray. 

Why, even old Tabby, the family cat. 

Ran away without waiting to hear her say “ scat ! ” 

Not long after, Miltiades Peterkin Paul 
Came listlessly sauntering out through the hall ; 

And, seeing his grandfather’s coat on a chair. 

With his hat and cane by it, he thought, “ I declare ! 
Now I’ll play a fine trick on my Grandmother Gray, — 
She is out on the porch, fast asleep, I dare say. 

I’ll just dress myself up in his things, and go out, 
And she’ll think it is grandpa, without any doubt.” 


LITTLE MI^S MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


So he quickly put on both the coat and the hat, 
(And he looked very funny, — I’ll answer for that! 



Why, the big beaver-hat almost hid him from sight. 
And the coat was so long ’twas ridiculous quite) 

And, pompously thumping his cane on the floor, 

He gave a loud “ Hem ” as he went out the door. 
Then advanced, with his face turned away, to accost 
her. 

Lest she see, at a glance, he was but an impostor. 

“ Ah ! ” he said, very gruffly, “ Good morning, my 
dear. 

I thought it quite likely I’d find you out here. 

Were you taking a nap ? ” “ Yes ! ” Miss Muslin 

replied. 

In a shrill tone of voice, with her head turned aside. 
And biting her lips till the blood ran, to keep 
From laughing outright, — “ Yes, I’d just got asleep 
When I heard you come thumping along. I must say 
It is hard that I can’t have a nap once a day ! ” 


At this point, ere Miltiades Peterkin Paul 
Could reply, they heard grandfather’s voice in the 
hall, — 

“ Well, I never ! Dear me ! I must say I like that ! 
Why, what can that young rascal have done with my 
hat .? ” 

And the very same instant, even worse to relate. 
There was Grandmother Gray coming in at the gate. 
Who cried — and her face had an awful frown on it, — 
“ I declare ! if that child hain’t got on my best bon- 
net ! ” 

As for little Miltiades Peterkin Paul — 

And Miss Muslin as well — what to make of it all 
They at first scarcely knew. They stood rubbing 
their eyes. 

And stared at each other in stupid surprise. 

“Well,” Miltiades finally managed to sa}^ 

“ I certainly thought you were Grandmother Gray ! ” 



“ Yes,” Miss Muslin said, not knowing just what to 
do, 

“ Yes,” she faltered, “ you thought so, and / thought 
so, too ' ” 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


269 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE; 
HER FORTUNES AND MISFORTUNES. 

No. X. — Miltiades Shows his Cousin “A New Kind of Swing.” 

BY JOHN BROWNJOHN. 


M ISS MUSLIN, while down in the kitchen one 
day, 

And watching with great admiration the way 


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In which, at the table, Abiathar Ann 

Would roll out and fashion a “ gingerbread-man,” 

Heard Miltiades calling ; and yet, looking out. 


He was nowhere in sight, though she gazed all 
about. 

“ Why, Miltiades — dear me 1 Where are you ? ” 
said she. 

“ Here I am,” cried Miltiades. “ Here, up a tree ! ” 

And, sure enough, looking straight up overhead. 
There Miltiades was, — “ up in a tree,” as he said. 
Quite a way from the ground, firmly perched on a 
limb 

So stout ’twould have held up a dozen of him. 

“ Why ! ” cried she in distress, “ pray, how diti you 
get there ? ” 

“ Never mind,” replied he, with mysterious air. 

“ It may be I climbed up ; it may be I flew-, 

But I’ll tell you, my dear, what I want you to do. 

“ Just go out to the woodshed, as sly as you can, 

( Without saying a word to Abiathar Ann ) 

And you’ll find there a clothes-line, which, if you will 
bring. 

I’ll show you, directly, a new kind of swing. 

And, while you’re about it, stop on the way back 
And get, too, that long pole that John Henry Jack 
Keeps to pick apples with. It will answer, I hope, 
As a means to reach up here one end of the rope.” 

So Miss Muslin, with very great promptness, obeyed. 
And, finding the clothes-line and pole as he said. 

She quickly returned and by means of the latter, 

By standing on tip-toe (’twas no easy matter ! ), 


270 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


She held up the end of the rope so that he 
Could reach down and get it from up in the tree. 



Then she stood there impatiently, wishing she knew 
Just what ’twas that her cousin intended to do. 


But he seemed by no means in such a hurry as she 
did. 

Having gotten the rope, he quite coolly proceeded 
To make a noose in it, and ( still in no haste ) 
Deliberately passed it about his own waist. 

Next, carefully dropping his knife to the ground. 

He instructed Miss Muslin that, having unwound 
Enough of the line, she should cut it off short. 

Tie the end round her waist, and walk off till ’twas 
“taut.” 

“ There,” at length said Miltiades, “ that is all 
right ! 

Now, just hang back upon it with all of your might 
And walk slowly this way, by which means — don’t 
you see ? — 

You will let me down easily out of the, tree.” 

So saying, without more ado, he let go. 

While Miss Muslin began walking up very slow. 

But she, pretty soon, found herself going somewhat 
faster 


Than she wanted to go ; for our hero surpassed her 
Very much, as may well be imagined, in weight. 

And began coming down at a marvelous rate. 

Presently, all at once, lo ! our heroine found 
That her feet, as she ran, were scarce touching the 
ground ; 

And then — horrors ! — she felt herself suddenly 
caught 

From the earth altogether ( the rope was too short ! ), 
And, the next instant, there she was slowly ascending, 
Giving vent all the while to screams really heart-rend- 
ing, 

Till, meeting her cousin in mid-air, she clung 
To him wildly, — and then, both together, they hung 
Some six feet from the ground, trying in vain to get 
free. 

As funny a sight as one often may see. 



At least so I’m sure thought Abiathar Ann, 

Who laughed from the door-step until the tears ran. 

“ Well ! ” she cried, when at length she had helped 
them down, “ that’s 

A case very much like the ‘ Kilkenny Cats ’ ! 

Pray, how did you manage to get up there ? ” 
“Why,” 

Said Miltiades, heaving a very deep sigh, 

“ I was showing my cousin a imv kind of swing. 

But I can’t say I think very much of the thing ! ” 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE: 

HER FORTUNES AND MISFORTUNES. 

No. XI. — Miss Muslin Decides to Spend Thanksgiving at the Farm. 

BY JOHN BROWNJOHN. 


H as anyone told you (I don’t think that /did) 
What it was that, the very last moment, de- 
cided 

Miss Muslin to stay in the country all through 
The month of November and December too ? 

’Tis a most painful story ; indeed, there is none 
Of her many “ misfortunes ” so sad as this one. 
Which I feel sure would never have happened at all 
But for Master Miltiades Peterkin Paul. 



“Now,” — that promising youth one day said, — “if, 
my dear. 

You will stay at the farm till Thanksgiving, this year. 
It is possible you too may see the strange sight 
That appeared to myself on last Thanksgiving night 


I shan’t tell you a thing more about it,” said he. 

But I strongly suspect that, between you and me. 
Though he vowed up and down he’d not say one word, 
’Twas the Ghost of the Turkey to which he referred. 

But be that as it may, at least quite certain is it 
Miss Muslin decided to lengthen her visit ; 

And when. Thanksgiving night, she went upstairs, 
instead 

Of going, as might be supposed, straight to bed. 

She sat up, in her room, till each one in the house 
Was sleeping, and all was as still as a mouse — 

Then stole quietly down (it was now near eleven). 
Bent on following the advice that her cousin had given. 

“ To see this strange wonder,” — the latter had said, — 
“ You must creep slyly down, just before going to bed. 
And eat all there is that is left on the platter 
Of the Thanksgiving dinner ! Indeed, it’s no matter 
If you eat some pie also, and maybe a few 
Of cold boiled potatoes and plum dumplings too ; 
Then go straight up to bed, and, I give you fair warn- 
ing, 

You will see some astonishing things before morning.” 

So little Miss Muslin (as already said). 

Turning over this.doubtful advice in her head. 

Crept down to the pantry. But when she got there. 
She found that, although she climbed into a chair 
And stood upon tiptoe, yet even then each 
Of the things that she wanted was just out of reach. 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


“Dear me! 1 will have to sit down, I’m afraid, 

And wait till I grow a few inches,” she said. 

But she soon, with a sudden resolve, pushed her hair 
back. 

And impatiently planting her foot on the chair-back. 



By taking firm hold of the edge of the shelf. 

She with great difficulty at length raised herself 
High enough to get hold of the platter, — when, lo ! 
(How it happened, exactly, I’m sure I don’t know) 
The shelf it gave way and she felt herself faUing\ 
And the next instant, there, on the floor, she was 
sprawling. 

While saucers, plates, kettles, pies, turkey and platter 
Fell thickly around her with horrible clatter. 

Did it hurt her ? O, no ; but I think she’d been glad 
If, instead of what really did happen, it had. 

Of course such a noise could not fail to arouse 


The people who slept in that part of the house. 

It was Grandmother Gray first appeared with a light 
And found the poor child in a terrible plight. 

For it happened a pail of molasses that stood 
On the shelf had come down in a regular flood 
On the head of Miss Muslin of Quintillion Square 
And quite saturated her beautiful hair ! 

Alas, poor Miss Muslin ! Again and again 
They brushed it and soaked it — but always in vain, 
Till at length, not without protestations and tears 
On her part, her grandmother brought out the shears 
And cut her hair close., leaving not one stray curl 
To show whether she was a boy or a girl I 
Now some one has told you (please don’t say that / 
did) 

What it w'as, at the very last moment, decided 



Miss Muslin to stay in the country all through 
The month of November and December too. 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE: 

HER FORTUNES AND MISFORTUNES. 

No. XII. — Miss Muslin and Miltiades get up Very Early on Christmas Morning. 


BY JOHN BROWNJOHN. 


I doubt if a boy or a girl ever was in 

Such distress as Miss Muslin endured, and her 
cousin, 

The night before Christmas. “ I tell you what ’tis ! ' ' 
Said Miltiades in that assured way of his. 

As they went up to bed. “ We must get up, my dear,’ 
Before anyone else in the whole house, this year ! 

And we’ll just go around and make each one a call. 
And give a good loud ‘ Merry Christmas ! ’ to all. 

E’er they’re really awake. So I give you fair warning, 
I shall knock at your door. Miss, by four in the 
morning.” 

Then, except a “good-night,” nothing further was said. 
And each was before many minutes in bed. 

But Miltiades thought, as he shut up his eyes. 

Of a very old saying that runs in this wise : 

“ If yo'ii want to wake up at a certain time^ keep 
Repeating the hour as you're falling asleep^ 

Aloud to yourself" And he thought he would try it. 

So he kept saying “ Four" (all the while lying quiet). 
“Four o’clock! That’s the time! Four — Four — 
Four ! Four-our-ourrr ! ” 

Till at length he fell fast asleep, saying it o’er. 

Sometime later it was (although that seems to state a 
Superfluous fact, for of course it was later). 

Miltiades all at once woke up with a shock. 

“Why!” cried he, starting up, “it must be four 
o'clock ! ” 


So he jumped out of bed — O, remarkably spry ! 

And ran to the window to look at the sky. 

A faint streak of light could be seen in the east, 
Which, even while he stood there, quite plainly in- 
creased. 

“ Ho ! ho ! Merry Christmas ! ” he cried, “Mr. Sun, 
I hope you may have lots of presents and fun ! ” 

Then he hurriedly dressed, and in two minutes more 
He was cautiously knocking at Miss Muslin’s door. 



But finding himself quite unable to wake her. 

He was finally forced to go right in and shake her. 

“ Come ! wake up ! ” cried he. “ Here it is four o’clock ! 


LITTLE MISS MUSLIN OF QUINTILLION SQUARE. 


How long d’ye expect me to stand there and knock ? ” 
“ O, dear ! ” sighed Miss Muslin, awaking and yawn- 
ing, 

“ Why, it don’t seem to me that it can yet be morning ! ” 
“ Well, it is ! ” cried her cousin. “ ’F you have any 
doubt. 

You can go to the window, and take a look out.” 

When at length she was ready. Miss Muslin came out, 
And the two, without further delay, set about 
Their purpose. It being as yet far from light. 

They made their way rather by feeling than sight 
To the end of the hall, when they gave a loud whack 
At the door of the bedroom where John Henry Jack 
And Benjamin Franklin were quietly sleeping. 

“ Wake up ! ” shouted they. “ Merry Christmas ! ” 
Then creeping 

Along to the room where Abiather Ann 

Was slumbering likewise, they straightway began 

Such a dancing and howling and pounding and 
screaming 

That father (who chanced to be peacefully dreaming 
In the next room to that) with one bound reached 
the floor 

And ran, in the greatest alarm, to the door, 

To see what was the matter. “ Merry Christmas to 
all ! ” 

Rang out in stentorian tones through the hall. 

Then the two cousins, hand in hand, down the back- 
way 

Darted quickly, to wake up their Grandfather Gra}^ 
Who, with Grandmother, had a room on the first floor, 
So they ran down and pounded away at the door. 

“ Bless me ! What is the matter ! ” cried Grandfather 
Gray 

From wdthin. (The old gentleman had, by the way. 
Been lying awake for an hour or so. 

Although, being quite deaf, he’d not heard them till 
now.) 

Then, the door bursting open, he inquired in distress : 


“ Deary me ! What is up ? ” “ Ho ! ho ! You are, I 

guess ! ” 

Cried our hero. “ Merry Christmas ! Merry Christ- 
mas ! D’ye ^ear ? 

I told you that be the first up this year ! 



If you’re going to get up, you had better begin. It 
Is day, there’s the sun shining in at this minute ! ” 


“ That ! ” said Grandfather Gray — then he suddenly 
broke 

Into laughter. “ Ha ! ha ! Well, now, a good 

joke ! 

Ha ! ha ! That is the moon, sir, just rising, which 
shows 

That instead of being morning, as you two suppose, 

It is not midnight yet ! — and I happen to know 
That the hall clock struck ten but a short time ago ! ” 
Whereupon, as this dreadful announcement was heard, 
The two cousins turned, without saying one word. 
And went straight back up-stairs, and got into their 
beds, 

And in deep shame and sorrow enveloped their heads. 
And they slept the next morning so sound and so well 
That they didn’t wake up till the third ox fourth bell. 


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farce, proves that he is really a good-for-something ; and that his 
foolishly fond mother knew better than he, though she was weak 
enough to indulge him in many idle whims and fancies. Just 
as the black sheep is commonly the most highly prized in the 
flock, so “ Good-for-nothing Polly ” will doubtless gain the ad- 
miration and win the graces of as large a circle of readers in 
England as it has already done in the Uuited States . — The London 
Bookseller. 

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moment. It also contains many poems to be read aloud in 
the twilight hour when the children gather around mother’s 
knee. Of its literary excellence it is needless to speak as 
Mrs. Piatt stands at the head of American women poets.” 




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Babyland. Large 4to. Illuminated board covers. 75 cts. 

Bright Stories gay with Pictures, the delight of the Nursery. 

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Little People, in Picture Story. By Pansy. 4to. Large type. Numer- 
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Our Darlings ; what they Think, Say, and Do. By Pansy. Large print, 
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My Little Gentlemen, and other Stories. By popular American authors. 
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Knights and Sea Kings. Edited by S. F. Smith, D. D. i2mo. Il- 

lustrated. $1.50. 

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Chaplin’s Life of Benjamin Franklin. i6mo. Illustrated. #1.30. 

Good for-Nothing Polly. By Ella Farman. i6mo. Cloth. Illus- 
trated. $1.00. 

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wilful young golden-haired beauty who would have her own way. 

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Nan, the New-Fashioned Girl. By Mrs. S. C. Hallowell. Large 
i6mo. Cloth. Illustrated. $1.00. 

A book for restless girls ; full of fun, good sense, and deep feeling. 

A White Hand. By Ella Farman. lamo. Illustrated. I1.50. 

A genuine painting of -American society. 

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Boets’ Homes. Quarto, $2.00: gilt edges, $?.so. 

A collection of entertaining papers, concerning the homes, habits, and work 
of prominent American authors, prepared by R. H. Stoddard, C.eorge 
Lowell Austin, &c. Fully illustrated by views, interiors, and portraits. 

Unerring Guide (The). By. Rev. H. V. Dexter, D. D. i6mo. 
Cloth. $1.50. 

The texts of the Bible enjoining duties upon man, classified under appropri- 
ate headings. 

At Eventide. By Nehemiah Adams, D. D. ^1.25. 

Discourses which are the result of a ripe scholarship. Models for style : full 
of stimulating thoughts and pleasant suggestions ; and touching the heart 
by a tender pathos. 

Brewer Lectures. By eminent European divines. 

Words of Truth Series. 4 vols. Extra cloth, $4.00: Gilt edge. $6.00. 

Words of Truth. Good Times. Pictures from Nature. Life Scenes. 

Light at Evening Time : or Jewels from God’s Word. In very large 

C rint, with an introduction by Theodore L. Cuyler, D. D. A delightful 
00k for old people. With steel Frontispiece. Large 4to. Extra cloth 
binding, $2-00 ; Japanese leather, $4.00. 

Foems. By Mrs. S. M. B. Piatt. Elegant quarto. Illustrated by Miss 
L. B. Humphrey, Jessie Curtis, and Robert Lewis. $1.50. 

A fine Portrait lends added value to the volume, this being the only collec- 
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The Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics. 

The Book of Praise. (“Roundell Palmer,”) Lord Selbome. 

He Leadeth Me, and other Religious Poems. 

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more. In cloth, $3.00 each; Turkey morocco, 85.00 each. 

The Ninety and Nine. By Miss Elizabeth C. Clephane. As sung by 
Mr. Ira D. Sankey. Exquisitely illustrated from elegant designs by Robert 
Lewis, engraved by Wm. J. Dana. 4to. Gilt edges. S2.00. 


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$500 Prize Stories. 8 vols. $12.00. 

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MISS ELLA FARMAN’S BOOKS. 

‘‘Miss Farman has the very desirable knack of imparting valuable' ideas 
under the guise of a pleasing story.” — The New Century. 

Mrs. Hurd’s Niece. Illustrated. $1.50. 

A thrilling story for Girls, especially for those who think they have a ‘‘ mis- 
sion. ” 

I The Cooking Club of Tu-Whit Hollow. i6mo. Eight full-p.age 
illustrations. $1.25. 

The practical instructions in housewifery, which are abundant, are set in the 
midst of a bright, wholesome story, 

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Young Rick. Large i6mo. Twelve illustrations by Scl Eytinge. 81.50. 
“A bright, fascinating story of a little boy who was both a blessing and a 
bother.” — Boston yournal. 

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Beulah Romney. i6mo. Illustrated. $1.50. 

I' wo stories wondrously alive, flashing with fun, sparkling with tears, throb- 
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ple. She puts a wondrous freshness and vitality on every page, and some 
of the finest character painting is to be found in her books, the sale of all 
of which increases each year. 

Pour Girls at Chautauqua, izmo. Illustrated. $1.50. 

The most fascinating of watering-place stories. Every page rustics with the 
green leaves and fresh winds of a camping-out life. The four girls, full 
of fun, but each with peculiar depths of character, encounter life’s most 
profound experiences and changes, during their fortnight at the beautiful 
Chautauqua summer resort. 

Household Puzzles, izmo. Illustrated. $1.50. 

Howto make one dollar do the work of five. A family of beautiful girls 
seek to solve this “puzzle.” Piquant, humorous, but written with an 
intense purpose. 

Grandpa’s Darlings. i6mo. Illustrated. $1.25. 

A big book, full of “ good times ” for the little people of the family. 

The Chautauqua Girls at Home, A Sequel to Four Girls at Chau- 
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John Bkemm. By A. A. Hopkins. Price $1.25. “At last 
we have a real good temperance book — a thing we have for years 
watched for in vain. The author does not advertise it as such, 
and we were unconscious of it ourselves until we got well into 
the story. . . One of the most touching and powerful pleas 
on the subject we have ever met with. . . The whole book is 
refined in tone, and pure in sentiment — showing the power of 
liquor over a naturally noble and generous nature ; and it is 
free from the usual machinery in temperance stories, of family 
brawls, wife-beating, street fights, and delirium tremens.” — The 

Golden Rule. Torn and Mended. By Wm. F. Round. 

Price $1.00. “A simple story charmingly told. Jeanne, the 
heroine, is a Huguenot maiden of the eighteenth century, and 
Henri, the hero, is^the last male descendent of a long and 
haughty line of Papists. The story commences in France, and 
ends in Switzerland. A tender interest attaches to the orphaned 
and persecuted maiden. The diction is so pure, and the chief 
characters so lovely, that the story is irresistible.” — d/. Y. Chris- 
tian Advocate. Four Girls at Chautauqua. By Pansy. 

Price $1.50. “We mark all the excellencies, and if there be de- 
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and ‘drift of the story are full of naturalness. Pansy has a clear 
head and a good heart, and out of these the volume has come. 
As a present to daughter or niece, or from one young lady 
friend to another, nothing is more appropriate.” — Baltimore, 

Alethodist Protestant. “Mrs. Hurd’s Niece; Six Months 

in a- Girl’s Life.” By Ella Farman. Price $1.50. “This little 
volume is magnetic, full of humor and sprightliness, of incident 
and dialogue, of vivid portraiture and wise suggestion. The 
story is well told, and the characters are natural, and brimming 
over with life. But the chief charm lies in the unfolding of 
Christian character, in aspiration and endeavor to imitate the 
Master, in humble lives made sublime by unselfish thought for 
others. No one can read of Lois and Hannah without feel- 
ing the inspiration of a life hid with Christ in God.” — The 

IVatchman. STORIES OF Success. By James F. Cobb 

and H. A. Page. Edited by Rev. S. F. Smith. Price $1.50. 
“ This is a collection of sketches of men who by their own efforts 
have reached positions of trust and honor. It is interesting, 
and calculated to stimulate young people to do the best their 

circumstances will permit.” — Herald and Presbyter. d'HE 

Pulpit of the American Revolution. By John Wingate 
Thornton, A. M. Price $1.50. “This collection of sermons, 
embracing nine discourses delivered by the most eminent di- 
vines of the revolutionary period, beginning with Dr. Mayhew’s 
Sermons of January 30, 1750, and ending with Dr. Stiles’ Elec- 
tion Sermon of 1783, displays in an exceedingly interesting way 
the power and widespread influence the pulpit of that time exer- 
cised upon the events of our history. The discourses are full of 
patriotism and zeal, presenting a unique feature of the period 
in the strange blending of religious and civil counsels which they 
embody. The volume is very handsomely gotten up, and em- 
braces a historical introduction, copious notes, and numerous il- 
lustrations.” 8vo, cloth, $2.50. — Pztblishers' Weekly. Mrs. 

Clara Doty Bates has “ versified ” s6me of the Classics of 
Baiiy Land, as she calls “Silver Locks and the Bears,” “ Jack 
and the Bean Stalk,” “ Little Red Riding-hood,” “Cinderella,” 
and several others of like character. Some very compcKcnt ar- 


tists have adorned the new versions with profuse and excellent 
pictures. And our enterprising publishers, D. Lothrop & Co., 
have put the whole into a nicely printed and prettily bound 
quarto, the very cover of which will make a child’s eyes snap. 
The remarkably low price puts it easily within reach of a large 

doss of buyers. — Congregationalist. D. Lothrop & Co. have 

now ready a new edition of Light on the Dark River. Price 
$1.50. A memorial volume of Mrs. H. A. L. Hamlin, formerly 
missionary at Constantinople, by Mrs. Margaret W. Lawrence; 
and The American Evangelists, (price ^1.50), containing full 
accounts of the lives of Mr. Moody and Mr. Sanke)% and of the 
various revival movements, both in England and this country, of 
which they have been leaders. It also gives a biographical 
sketch of Mr. P. P. Bliss, whose music has been so effective an 
agent in revival work, and of Dr. Eben Tourjee of Boston, who 
has had charge of the choruses which have rendered so effi- 
cient service during the Boston meetings. — Publisher's Weekly. 

The Cooking Club of Tu-Whit Hollow. By Ella 

Farman. Price I1.25. “ Although to render it attractive to the 

young people, the wise sayings and doings of “ The Cooking 
Club of Tu-Whit Hollow” are brought out in story form, they 
are quite as useful and just as practical as if combined in formal 
lessons and dull receipts. The little housewives introduced are 
just as sportive and jolly, and their mothers are just as kind and 
motherly as if instruction were not blended with their amuse- 
ment. It is a good book for all sorts of practical people. — 

Albany Evening Journal. Grandpa’s Darlings. By Pansy. 

Price $1.25. We have a pleasing chronicle of baby doings, al- 
most before we have recovered our countenances from the con- 
tinual smiling that a reading of “ Helen’s Babies ” induced. 
Yet they are widely different books, as different as girls are 
from boy.s, for Grandpa’s darlings were two little girls. They 
were brought up under religious training, and the anecdotes, in 
a great measure, show the development of religious understand- 
ing in a childs nature. But the most valuable part of the book, 
and a feature which makes it useful reading for older people, is 
the practical remarks which grandpa makes, applying the little 
wise sayings of the children to the older persons, and showing 
how even the little ones preach sermons that condemn their 
grown up friends out of their own mouths. — Morning .Star. 

Rev. Joseph Cook in the introduction to one of his lectures 

says, we have no helps to meditation and devotion equal to The 
IMIT.A.T10N OF Christ and the Confessions of Augustine, 
neither of which can be opened without disclosing something 
that will aid us in our conflict with self, or stimulate us to new 
effort in the master’s service. Beside these we would place The 
Still Hour, by Professor Phelps, a little book, but all of it filled 
with the very “finest of the wheat.” A distinguished place 
ought to be given also t* Tholuck’s Hours of Christ/an De- 
votion, a work which originated in a heavy trial, when, owing 
to the weakness of his eyesight, he was prevented in the Winter 
evenings from prosecuting his learned studies. It has a quite 
distinctive character, and whenever we have opened it we have 
been refreshed and strengthened by its words. In the same cat. 
egory we would place the works of Bunyan, particularly the too- 
much-neglected Holy War. 

*** The above works are published by Messrs. D. Lothkop 
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